I just can't stop looking. We are surrounded by peaks, little snow-covered 3000 footers. I keep thinking of a poem by Elizabeth Bishop with the line "And we looked and looked our infant sight away." I can hardly write in my journal or read a book. I just want to be on deck watching the scenery, on the lookout for critters -- otters, seals, sea lions, porpoises, whales, eagles, murrelets ...